Chapter 24 What wind brought your big Buddha here?
I have to admit that when it came to choosing a spokesperson, Rong Chuqin gave the green light to Jiang Fanxing's artist to some extent because of Song Tang's relationship.
Song Tang also knew this.
Since the relationship was broken because of herself, she had to keep it under control no matter what.
That day, we had a quick meeting in the box of Xingyao Club, and I felt that Mingtian in person was almost the same as what he showed on TV. He was indeed tall and handsome, and he talked less, kept a low profile and didn't act like a monster. Rong Chuqin also had a good impression of him.
After that, the interviews with all the candidates were canceled and Mingtian was directly appointed.
The new product launch conference is next month, which is imminent. Mr. Zheng of the brand department did not object, but made another round of phone calls and canceled the interview.
In addition to posters and advertisements, Rong's spokesperson this time has also sponsored three major variety shows, all of which the spokesperson will participate in recording in the next two months.
People in the industry are jealous, especially those who were notified of interviews and then suddenly canceled them.
After Song Tang finished arranging work in the office, he drove to the address sent by Jiang Fanxing.
This is a newly built shooting base. It is in the suburbs. The road to the entrance is still under construction and there is no facade. If it were not for the location, she would not be able to find it.
It's a different scenery after entering. There are several sheds and quite a lot of people, all of them busy.
"No, Mr. Zheng, what do you mean? It's the dancer you found that had the problem. Why should you blame Mingtian?"
It was Jiang Fanxing's voice.
Song Tang followed the sound and saw Jiang Fanxing confronting a middle-aged man behind a pile of machines with his hands on his hips.
That man is none other than Mr. Zheng from the Rong's Brand Department.
"Mingtian arrived at the scene one hour in advance to prepare, even earlier than the makeup artist. He cooperated with all of you for a day of filming. Today, there is no complaint about Wia. What do you mean now?"
The director had already said it, but Mr. Zheng was not satisfied at all and reshot one scene after another.
Mr. Zheng was just as complaining as he was at the meeting that day, "No matter how long the filming takes, what's the use of something that's not what I want?"
Mingtian silently pulled Jiang Fanxing's clothes from the side and said, "Sister Jiang, it's okay, just keep filming."
Jiang Fanxing took a deep breath to digest the bad breath, then took a step back and said, "Okay, please communicate clearly with the director, Mr. Zheng, and make a plan. Don't change it while filming."
Mr. Zheng nodded in agreement on the surface, but the moment he turned his head, he sneered disdainfully, "Isn't it just a relationship account? What a fart!"
The director held the big cock and said: "The actors are in place, the actors are in place, and the shooting will start in ten minutes."
Mingtian patted Jiang Fanxing's shoulder and said, "I'm going, don't worry, I'm young and can handle it."
"Be careful."
"It's okay."
The filming started again. Jiang Fanxing stared nervously at Mingtian who was slowly being hung up. He didn't even notice Song Tang walking beside him.
"Fanxing, what problem did you encounter?" Song Tang asked softly.
Jiang Fanxing only glanced at it with his peripheral vision, and then looked at Mingtian who was slowly rising, "Tangtang, you are here, we are taking pictures."
Mingtian was slowly hoisted to the top, but the person responsible for dancing below was not in place yet. The planned five-person group was missing a C position, and there was something wrong with the main dancer.
Song Tang felt the atmosphere was weird and didn't want to say anything, but seeing Jiang Fanxing's aggrieved expression, she couldn't help but ask, "What's going on... over there with Mr. Zheng?"
"Just this one, a group of boys and girls were dancing below, no music, just dancing. Then Mingtian played music on the rooftop, and they started to look for the source of the music. Mingtian rushed down from above with his mobile phone, and rushed down to this one, taking continuous pictures
Thirty articles, this is the 31st."
"What?" Song Tang was also surprised.
The advertising plan had been approved a long time ago. The 30-second advertisement was shot in three days, one inside the studio and two outside. She remembered that the shot of hanging Wia was the third shot in the whole film. In other words, from today on
We shot from morning to evening, and the third shot was not even finished.
She understands that slow work will produce fine work, but there is no room for slow work on urgent matters.
Song Tang watched for a while. Before the director said anything, Lao Zheng started gesticulating. What Mingtian was doing up and down was time-consuming and talent consumption was the most important.
Jiang Fanxing looked at Mingtian's condition and felt heartbroken, "Look, Mr. Zheng is just finding fault. Is there something wrong with your Mr. Zheng's brain?"
Song Tang was also speechless.
The wire hanging was done for too long, and Mingtian was a little exhausted and kept sweating, which affected his makeup and hair, so he had to reapply his makeup.
"Stuck," the director shouted helplessly, "Okay, let's rest for ten minutes while the makeup artist touches up the actor's makeup."
However, the director didn't seem angry at all, holding a thermos cup and slowly drinking health tea.
Mingtian was put on the ground, but the equipment on his body could not be removed, otherwise it would be time-consuming to put it on again. Jiang Fanxing trotted over and asked: "How is it? Can you still hold on?"
Mingtian's face was obviously not looking good, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his autumn clothes were already soaked through.
But he still gave them a smile and said, "It's okay, hello Secretary Song."
Song Tang appreciated the young man's hard work, but the Rong family did not sign him as a spokesperson to let him suffer in vain. "Well, do you know what the problem is?"
Mingtian looked in the direction of the director and Mr. Zheng, and when he saw that they did not come forward, he whispered: "I filmed according to the requirements. The director could not find any problems with me, but the shooting plan was changed again and again."
Mingtian spoke more cryptically, and he would not think the worst of people, "It's also because of the dancers. A few girls can't remember the moves. There's also a boy over there named Shen Zhou, who is an artist from Tianhong.
I feel..."
He hesitated to speak.
Song Tang: "Say!"
"I took two pictures in the morning, but Mr. Zheng was not satisfied, so I changed the plan to shoot him. For the third shot, Mr. Zheng may still want him to appear."
Jiang Fanxing really endured it again and again. The artists she led were bullied, which made her feel even more uncomfortable than bullying her.
The makeup artist came over to touch up Mingtian's makeup, but Mingtian couldn't say anything else.
Song Tang looked at Shen Zhou from a distance. She was not familiar with the name, but she had an impression of the face. He was the first among the candidates submitted by Mr. Zheng.
At this moment, Shen Zhou was watching the scene with the director, and Mr. Zheng was talking next to him. The three of them were talking and laughing, especially like the golden triangle combination of the sponsor, the director, and the artist.
This is unreasonable.
Song Tang pressed Jiang Fanxing's shoulder, then turned and walked towards them.
"Mr. Zheng."
"Hey, Secretary Song?!" Lao Zheng was very surprised, with a smile on his face, "What kind of wind brought your giant Buddha here?"
Song Tang smiled lightly and said, "Mr. Zheng is so flattering to me. I just came over to check on the progress of the filming."